I don't think I've ever been this content with getting my heart broken. It is inevitable , the destruction that loving you is but I cannot stop it. I'm way to in love with you to pay attention to the way my heart shatters in my chest at the thought of you loving anybody else but me.
I stare at your pictures with my glassy eyes , trying to control each and every tear that spills out of them. The satisfaction you give me is simply ethereal...
One conversation with you is all it takes for me to have a goofy smile spread wide across my face. I love the way you move , the way you laugh and say my name. I love the way you tell me secrets and the way you sing with your raspy voice.
I love the way you comfort me without trying to provide any type of security. Loving you feels so painfully good that I want to break down and cry. So here I am once again , with my heart as helpless as the way I love you , scribbling down my scattered thoughts.
-Liyah Smith
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Love
PoetryLove is a balance , it is being stuck between the two options of selflessness and Selfishness. Love is a journey , one in which you will lose and gain from. Love can heal and destroy.
